This is a song about "Mad because i lost"

Cause i ain't mad at cha

The science and the art, africa

I know you're mad, but so what

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Listen to me baby, i know sometimes you might think i'm mad

Even breathing. i know my rhymes make you mad

I know the world been waiting for that

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Because of his decision he has lost all of that,

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Now u don't have a face to save, so don't be mad you lost the race

Cuz i started on the pad,i get these haters so mad

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Rub my back, then let me lay

I lost lot of energy today